I started off slowly, looking up and following yoga videos and eventually was able to walk without a cane. I started walking a minimum of three miles a day, and eventually progressed to 5 miles a day. I enjoyed yoga so much, the mere stretching of my body and how it eases the soreness and pain. I decided that I would like to try an actual yoga class. OK..........
The first class I tried, everything irritated me........everything.
1. The yoga instructor was a stereotype. Skinny white girl with dreads who smelled like patchouli. Ok, I can take any of those things separately, but all in one heap, it's a little pretentious. But, ok.....I could be completely wrong. I was not. She spoke in the voice as if she was bestowing us with her wisdom of the ages. (Deep Breath)
2. At first, I was excited to see that more than two-thirds of the room was my age. Cool. And then we start the introduction. All of them and I mean all of them were finding themselves. Why? We are all over 40, you don't know who you are, or you don't want to admit who you are.
3. Beginners class--let's spotlight the word beginner. I am not sure she understood that this was a beginners class we ran through the poses so fast.
4. The rest of the time was trying to sell us yoga packages, very expensive yoga package.
I subscribed to PsycheTruth on YouTube and went back home.
But that is not the end and I will tell you where my search for a yoga instructor sent me, and where I ended up happily. Stay Tuned.
